Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

Right, uh, uh same every day, homie
Lord please me for all my sins
Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit everyday,
Walk through the valley of the shadow of
No rules,

my sins off in hell's water
Feel like the Bible me lies as I pray to 'em
down, put my faith in 'em, will you answer me?
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' my way

Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got to catch
High on on drug, I'm Space Cadet
I don't live up on the block no more
Trapping to make it out this obstacle
Life on the edge, hell a block
Pretty Snow White turned eight
that base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, who in the building?
Bucket hat with a strap like the uh
Kneeling down some questions to address like
Why the ones who the worst sins live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can five checks
But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind
Streets held me down, got in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five, I it the clarinet
Sewer of drugs when the toilet digests from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the wall from niggas to
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, forecast whole body
Heat on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the got me

Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way

Aim that, that, pledge allegiance
mine, kill yours, make it even
Soul need saving, Mr.
I know I only around when it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas
I'm in jail or when my card declined
Uh, you answer me?
me out of Hell and make plans for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was just me and my niggas, we was to survive
But we never make it out alive
we living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven 'til that day
Running through the ally, hope the don't collide
Car shattered, glass on my right side
Dogs in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child, boy Jody
Same jacket on from in the day
Praying that the Lord and take me away

Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

Ey yo tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry
Black Lincoln, Mac, I clap a king-pin
Caught me in the airport gust I was thinkin'
On how to stay rich and get bills with my
Yeah, is the issue, I diss you
It's no problem at all, yo, the on the pistol
'Cause I'm a suit case
Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face
No bet, we stay winning, play it again, yo
Put the bone in your jaw, now say it
knife, fork, under the tents, coming to rents
Get out the way or let the shotty
Revenge killers who make the events
This is realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz
The Wu wheelers who huddle up, knows the truth
You know the woopty-woop, or group I kill niggas